If you stop by here on a regular basis, you know that my boy Rakes is, well, a little hard to handle at times.
I'm subjected on a daily basis to various random acts of destruction which usually result in me yelling at him to "quit hitting your brother on the head with that Power Ranger!"
So tonight, in a rare moment, he caught me off guard. After a spirited T-Ball game where he went 2 for 2 with a wicked hard throw to first to record an out (which in T-Ball comes along about as often as a Solar Eclipse), a bath where I'm pretty sure more water ended up OUTSIDE the tub than in it, and a competitive game of, well, I'm not totally sure. It involved Ladybugs, Aphids, and Rakes hollering about the number 5, the little sucker got to me.
After saying prayers and tucking him into bed, he uttered the following in the sweetest voice you could imagine:
"Dad. When I det big like you, be're donna be big baseball buddies and watch the Red Sox games together, right Dad?"
It was all I could do to get out "You bet, son. You bet."
It's not often a conversation I have with Rakes ends with a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes. Well, unless I feel like I'm gonna hurl.
I'm man enough to admit it happened tonight.